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The man and the boy beside her were still asleep. Jiang Tingxu stayed still and closed her eyes...

When she finally woke up, it was already ten o'clock. There was no one beside her.

She sat up and rubbed her temples. Then, she heard the voices of father and son outside.

"Dad, is mom still sleeping?"

"Yes."

"Dad, is Mom the Sleeping Beauty? Why did she sleep for so long?"

"She is tired."

The little boy was very sensible. When he heard that, he stopped asking.

Mo Boyuan stopped typing.

"Have you finished your homework?" He asked.

It was just one paragraph, and it had been an hour.

At once, the little boy buried his head and whispered,

"I... I haven't."

He was just a boy. He couldn't be that determined, right?

He was just studying and playing around.

Mo Boyuan's brows were slightly furrowed. Just as he was about to speak, someone knocked on the door.